Old pastel, new poem



This picture drawn over 15 years ago seems to capture the words of a poem I recently wrote.

I carry the broken-heartedness within me.

It lies heavy in my being.

So many countless losses

So many tortured moments.

So broken on every level for decades.

Yet still there is love

There are blessings,

There is joy

There is progress

Yet always in the context

Of never ending pain

And multiple daily inabilities 

Unimaginable 

To most

Invisible

Even to those who care.



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